Hey everyone Hope you enjoy this update, also I hope at least some of you have noticed my new FNAF story I posted called FNAF The Beginning, it mostly focuses on the spirits (or rather currently it's focusing on the first child) and it also focuses on connecting a good amount of the lore as best I can. As with a lot of my stories it will only get better with time I promise. Anyways as for future updates I'll try to post a new drabble once a week at the least due to my school schedule and work schedule keeping me busy.

Anyways once again I hope you enjoy and remember to review!


Chica went straight back to Freddy. She needed information from the Puppet and the only one she could think of knowing anything about the whereabouts of the Puppet was Freddy. The star animatronic knew all the nooks and crannies of the Pizzeria like the back of his hand. By default that would also mean he knows all the best places for the old animatronic to hide.

"Freddy," Chica called out into the dining area, not knowing if the brown animatronic was a little antsy tonight or not.

"Chica? Did Bonnie get to the guard first?" Freddy asked, stepping out of the shadows.

"In a sense…. But I have an important question for you," Chica responded, noticing Freddy motioning for her to continue. "Do you know where I can find the Puppet."

Freddy took to crossing his arms while thinking, especially thinking about where the Marionette might be hiding out.

"Let's see… he takes to boxes a good amount of the time…. back at the old restaurant when we didn't have to deal with the Night Guards he would sneak up to the roof if I remember correctly… he was the only one back then who wasn't bound to the mapping system and could go literally anywhere," Freddy responded after thinking about it. Chica nodded at what Freddy told her, before giving him a questioning look to see if there was anything else. Freddy rubbed at his forehead a little bit.

"I… feel like there's something missing on what I remember of him…." Freddy mentioned making Chica blink.

"Missing?"

"Yes… I remember his looks, how the music box would keep him back inside his box… how he liked to pop out and surprise people and the fact he always went up to the roof when there was no guard around…. but I honestly don't remember anything else about him…" Chica was surprised at this revelation. Freddy was one of the best at remembering their tactics, what to do for them and some quirks… but for him to not remember what one of the animatronics was like most of the time was strange.

"Maybe… it's because it was more than ten years ago?" Chica offered only for Freddy to shake his head.

"No… it's like… someone or something went into my processor and erased a huge chunk of data I had on the Marionette…"

Meanwhile on the roof Lewis sat across from the Golden "Freddy" suit and had placed his mask on his face only to find that the suit vanished when he did that and reluctantly left it off.

"How did… you know?" Lewis asked, not being aware that his friend had died nor was he aware that he had possessed the old golden animatronic once known as Fredbear.

"Not dead… still alive…" Lewis sat there with a frown, in the thirty years of being around he's never heard of that…. then again he technically counted as dead but alive somehow.

"How? And… why now? Why come back about thirty years after your accident?" Lewis asked looking at the suit holding the soul of his friend.

"Sometimes just happens…. sometimes just fall…. to sleep…. then wake up… don't know why… don't want to… too scared to…" the suit only moved slightly, as if the soul was crying a little. Lewis reached out and gently patted his old friend's back, remembering how terrified he became of animatronics after he accidentally witnessed one of the springlock suits malfunctioning a whole month before his accident. He soon found his own hand going through the suit just slightly as it started to fade.

"T-Thomas what's going on?"

"Waking up… going back… want to stay…. want to help… can't… not now," the soul replied as best as he could but Lewis understood what he was trying to say.

I'm waking up… my soul is going back to my body. I want to stay and help you guys… I want to help but I can't, not now. Was what Lewis translated from the soul's broken speech. He figured the broken speech steamed from both the suit's broken voice box as well as his friend's damaged brain from the bite way back in 83.

"It's okay… Thomas before you go… I'm sorry, I wanted to help you and fix the damage done to you…" Lewis said quickly, wanting to let his friend know how guilty he felt for not holding his promise.

"It's okay… forgi-" before he could finish he faded away, leaving Lewis alone on the roof once again. Lewis couldn't help but smile just a little as he knew what Thomas was going to say last just from the last word and if he had a real living heart again it would be warmed even just slightly. However that warm feeling sunk when a thought crossed his mind.

Does he… even know what we did to his father?

"Marionette are you up here?" Chica's voice snapped the puppet out of his thoughts and made him quickly put his mask back on.

"Su-Sup Chi-Chica. Whatcha ne-need?" Lewis asked quickly through the filter in the mask, ignoring the tired feeling he had from leaving the mask off for so long. He noticed that she wasn't alone as Freddy had come with her… and instantly he felt like it something was going to go wrong soon.

"We have a few questions for you," Freddy spoke up, adjusting his hat just a little bit.

"Go-Go for i-it we-we've got all ni-night after all," Lewis continued, hopping it wouldn't involve what he thought it would.

"Alright, my question is… do you know anything about a girl named Kristen?"

And boom goes the Microphone… Lewis thought wincing a little behind his mask.

"And my first question is, why do I hardly remember anything about you."

And there went the speaker systems… Do I have a smashed guitar coming up? Lewis thought hoping to god none of them asked the third question that would end up bringing everything together.

"My last question however," Freddy started.

Oh no…

"Why is there no paw prints in the dust of the hidden room and a lot of blood?"

Ladies and Gentlemen we broke everything thank you and good night… Lewis hissed. All the questions asked being ones he was hoping they would never ask him.

Then again Krissy was always determined to get answers to things that bugged her… and Francis was always quick at picking things up.